A geometry of absence in the hallway light, The sun is carving angles out of velvet night. I’m a tenant in a temple built of quiet dust, Where the echoes of your footsteps are a holy trust. Newton’s laws are broken in the kitchen air, I’m reaching for a weight that isn't really there. Silver threads are woven in the fabric of the floor, Just a ghost of magnetism by the bedroom door. Oh, you’re the frequency I can no longer find, A constellation burning in a fractured mind. The future’s just a canvas where the colors bled, A symphony of silence that I haven't read. You’re the gravity that’s pulling at the seams, The anchor and the echo of my broken dreams. You’re the silver lightning in a sky of lead, The only word of comfort that was never said. Four a.m. is an ocean that I have to cross, Counting all the decimals of a sudden loss. The water bowl’s a desert, just a porcelain shell, A dry and hollow witness to a silent spell. Memory’s a camera with a broken lens, Capturing the shadows where the light begins. I still hear the phantom clicking on the wood, Wishing I could hold the ghost of "understood". Oh, you’re the frequency I can no longer find, A constellation burning in a fractured mind. The future’s just a canvas where the colors bled, A symphony of silence that I haven't read. You’re the gravity that’s pulling at the seams, The anchor and the echo of my broken dreams. You’re the silver lightning in a sky of lead, Still calling out your name inside my head. But the storm arrived within the very cells, A winter in the marrow where the secret dwells. The diagnosis fell like stone upon the glass, Watching all the seasons in a moment pass. Wait for me in gardens where the stars are sown, In the architecture of the great unknown. No more weight of illness, just the open sky, Where the light is eternal and the rivers never dry. Oh, you’re the frequency I can no longer find, A constellation burning in a fractured mind. The future’s just a canvas where the colors bled, A symphony of silence that I haven't read. You’re the gravity that’s pulling at the seams, The anchor and the echo of my broken dreams. You’re the silver lightning in a sky of lead, The only word of comfort that was never said. You're the ghost of magnets pulling me to shore, A heartbeat in the shadow of the open door. The future isn't cancelled, it's just changed its tone, I’m learning how to walk into the great unknown.
